Grzęda Lyrics – TPH
Singer: TPH
Title: Grzęda
Sometimes I just want die
I can die anytime
I make music to survive and kill my thoughts
I’m hate you, b#tch
I’m f#ck you, b#tch
I’m hate you, b#tch
I’m f#ck you, b#tch
I’m in pain
I’m fell pain
Beacuse you f#cked up my brain
I’ll rip your spine out
Drag your body on the map
f#ck your life
f#ck my life
I want to kill myself
I can’t kill u for profit
I can kill you for nothing
I do f#ckin’ abortion
Zabijam czarnuchów jak płody
I don’t love world
Killing is my job
Nienawidzę się
Nienawidzę cię
Zabiję cię
I zjem twojej dziwki cipkę
Wyrwę ci kręgosłup
I złamie ci kark
Mam dość tych osób
Znikam jak Sheen yah
Twoja dziwka gruba lesba
Dalej wale do niej konia
Demoralizacja społeczeństwa
Chciałem się zabić
Jak laska z Katowic
Autobus jedzie po grzędzie
A ja jadę po beacie
Rucham starą kurwę
I zjadam ocipiałą cipę
Policja mnie zwija
A ty się zwijasz jak zwijacz
Wale konia przy matce
A ona mnie bije kablеm
Powiesiłem się na pralce
I wylеciałem z Arki
Suka zjada me dzieciaczki
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Grzęda – English Translation
Sometimes and Just Want Die
And can die anytime
And Make Music to Survive and Kill My Thoughts
I’m hate you, b#tch
I’m f#ck you, b#tch
I’m hate you, b#tch
I’m f#ck you, b#tch
I’m in pain
I’m fell pain
Beacuse you f#cked up My Brain
I’ll rip your spine out
Drag your body on the map
f#ck your life
f#ck my life
And Want to Kill Myself
I can’t kill u for profit
I can kill you for nothing
And to f#ckin ‘Abortion
I kill n#gg#rs like fetuses
I don’t love world
Killing is my job
I hate myself
I hate you
I’ll kill you
And I will eat your sl#t, p#ss#
I will break your spine
And will break your neck
I’m sick of these people
I disappear like Sheen Yah
Your sl#t fat lesba
Then the shaft of her horse
Demoralization of society
I wanted to kill myself
Like a chick from Katowice
The bus goes after a crossbow
And I’m going to Beata
I f#ck the old wh#re
And I eat a p#ss#
The police are curling me
And you roll up like a curl
Horse shaft by the mother
And she beats me cable
I hung on the washing machine
And I poured out of the ark
The female dog eats my kids
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Lyrics TPH – Grzęda
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